[Verse One: G-TEE]
Now it's the crazy villain wit the rap style you're feelin'
You know I'm illin', I'm gettin' lifted then I'm chillin'
My rhymes are k**in', smashin' fools who squealin'
If you step up, you see your blood spillin'
Your brain revealing, Your rhyme's not appealin'
4-1-3 all day to the ceilin'
You know I'm willin', to teach the fools a lesson
Keep 'em stressin', and send 'em to deep depression
Suppression, is comin' your direction
Coverin' every section, it's like an infection
Perfection, is what my style is like
For real your flow is sh** and mine is tight
[Verse Two: Mista Fox]
My sytles sealed air tight it's not a fair fight
You sayin' you could top me? n***a yea right
I'm in the zone pal, and yall speak in clone style
Im murderin' tracks for stacks and leavin bone piles
Of MC's I don't hesitate to desecrate
I'm built for the limelight, so f** a lesser fate
See the great flavor? This here's underpaid labor
Cuz these mainstream fans been a ton of straight haters
I'm the king getting well, blinging and ripping L's
Not baseball when I'm swinging and spitting shells
I don't need to Box, hear us and you'll see stars
Mista Fox and G-TEE, 4-1-3's ours; My n***a
[Verse Three: G-TEE]
It's G-TEE comin' at you wit sick flows
You can't reach my level on your tip toes
This dumb b**h knows he can't drop the G
There's no stoppin' me, I'm at the top degree
Ayyo I stack my chips, you a f*ggot b**h
You at home grabbin' your dick while I'm grabbin' tits
I'm in control like a dictator
When it comes to rap, no one can spit greater
The G got the dopest sound, focus clown
You get choked and drowned I don't joke around
Yo I don't care for you
f**in' wit me is like sky divin' wit no parachute
Put you to shame and sin, I came to win
Like Kool G Rap said: Let the games begin
Payin' dues, I'm on the streets makin' moves, shakin' crews
You f** wit me you'll be on the breakin' news